Broken, A Poem
I am not stick thin,
life is not worth living.
I am broken within
and finished with giving.
What I think in my head
cannot be true.
Things left unsaid
are left to brew.
Our mentors have failed.
We have nowhere to turn.
Onward we’ve sailed
with beliefs to burn.
What hope have we
for acceptance and love,
when all we see
is killing the dove?
I want to save you;
it starts with me.
I know what to do.
Bring all to the tree.
Nothing to comprehend
apart from the cross.
Suffering to lend
is a terrible loss.
Try again, He will say.
We have nothing to fear.
Try again, He will say.
I am here, I am here.
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